THE TEMPLE OF FAME
As sung by Frank Lewis.
I have sung of the minstrels who have all passed away,
Whose names I love to recall,
Of Bryant, Seymour, and Unsworth,
And Eph. Horn, the last of them all.
But now as a token of sorrow I'll sing
Of our actors and actresses that arc fled,
Of the bright mimic heroes who have stood on these boards
But whose memory shall never be dead.
Chorus.
Then success to the stage, and the people who win
Upon it a record and name,
Who gain for themselves, while our memory shall last,
A seat in the temple of fame.
There's an actress, now gone to the land of the blest-
The foot-lights will see her no more-
As a true artist, she well stood the test,
But the day of her triumph is o'er.
Meg Merrilles now is thing of the past,
For the queen of the stage she is gone,
And none is left to wear the gold crown
Charlotte Cushman so often has worn.
Chorus.
There's America's tragedian, who so nobly has worked
To win on the stage a great name;
The late Edwin Forrest deservedly has gained
A seat in the temple of fame.
Lucille Western has gone, but her name's ne'er forgot-
Shall be written in letters of gold.
Mrs. Conway, Brooklyn's-favorite actress, also,
But in song shall her triumph be told.
Claude Burroughs was found, when the daylight appeared,
As he lay by the side of his friend.
Harry Murdoch he died, as the flames he defied,
And his drama of life at an end.
chorus.
There is also another-may his name ever be
As his own native island, kept green,
Our favorite Irish comedian, Barney Williams now holds
-A seat in the temple of fame.